The sea was rough. The
boat from the island to the ship was going against the tide.
Philip, the stout
fourteen year old sitting near the surly boatman, shouted, ‘Two died recently
on such a trip...’
Nilesh, the staunch
atheist, prayed. The boys in that row and the next joined him. One boy screamed
when he lost his cap.
Mani and Sundar were
in the last seat, holding to the sides and the seat, knuckles white.
‘If you could listen
to music, which will you choose?’ Sundar asked.
‘Theme music of
Little House on the Prairies,’ Mani replied, ‘you?’
‘Clapton, Wonderful
tonight…’
‘Will always remember
the night I heard that… with you…’
‘Me too...’
Mani placed his right
hand over Sundar’s left.
At the ship’s ladder,
the schoolboys were back to their loud, brave selves.
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